Adhiraaj Vashisth or famously known as Rakshas (demon) in both business and Mafia world. He holds an unspoken reign over the Mafia in India and is known for his dangerous womanizing tendencies and possessiveness over his belongings. He mercilessly eliminates anyone or anything that obstructs his path or threatens his possessions, staying true to his fearsome nickname. Ankita Desai, a seventeen-year-old orphan, resides with her aunt who serves as the head maid in the Vashisth estate. The rakshas considers her a forbidden temptation, being innocent and naive. What could ensue if the rakshas were to fixate his gaze upon her, refusing to let her slip away? What if he were to seek to possess her in every conceivable manner, for nothing is quite as enticing as a forbidden fruit? Will Ankita manage to withstand the impassioned and disturbed obsession of the rakshas, or will she somehow escape his clutches and flee? First story in Wattpad with lot of grammatical errors. Trigger warnings in some chapters . Please vote , like and comment.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't m-mean to hurt her." sobbed Aayat. She didn't notice Shehryaar's eyes getting darker at the mention of her. She had just made a grave mistake. Shehryaar crouched down to her sobbing figure on the floor and harshly gripped her cheeks. He knew his fingers were digging into her cheeks, but he didn't care. He wanted her to feel all of his pain. The pain he kept inside his heart grew into hatred and as it multiplied over the years. "I'll be the one to judge how sorry you are. You'll wish that I would have never found you Aayat." said Shehryaar menacingly. ....... Years ago, Aayat and Shehryaar were inseparable. They were each other's comfort zone in the hellhole of an orphanage they lived in. Shehryaar, his little sister, and Aayat were the trio that stuck together no matter what. A single mistake of Aayat brings her back to everything she ran away from. If she knew what was going to happen to her, she would have never made that mistake to be captured by Shehryaar. He was an unpredictable monster now, gone was the sweet boy she grew up with. Aayat knew Shehryaar wanted to break and claim her soul, after all she was a sinner, and sinners had to pay.

The story is about the love and hate between two souls. It's about a girl named Meera Sharma who is very sweet, kind, and bright. She went through many difficulties in her painful past life but never gave up. When she is leading her life successfully, he enters her life like a storm. He is unknown to her, but he knows her very well. He is like a burning sun, she is like a raging fire. If he is cold like ice, she is cold like snow. He is like an ocean, she is like a river to him. If he is in pain, she is the cure to him. what will happen when they both come together......

～ꗥ❀ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐫....𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ❀ꗥ～ "Strip." The eyes that had always looked at me with soft admiration were now filled with venom. "Abhimaan, plea-" "Strip, Amrita!" He said coldly as his eyes darkened. A tear fell from my eye at my helplessness, at my cursed destiny. But do I have any other choice? With shivering hands, I removed the dress, standing only in my inners. "Everything, sweetheart." There was nothing sweet about the way he called me 'sweetheart.' It was taunting. Taking a deep breath, I reached back to unclasp my bra, exposing my breasts to his lustful eyes. Then I tucked my fingers into my panties and removed the last shred of my covering. He rose from his chair, took predatory steps toward me, and then circled around me, his hungry gaze burning on every inch of my body. He stopped in front of me after examining me and I could see a pleased expression on his face as he smirked at my pitiful state. He dragged his fingers from the valley between my breasts down to my core and brushed them against my folds, making me shiver. But then his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, as if a thought passed through his mind. He looked scary. He pulled me to him with his grip on my core, and my body collided with his. "Kya kya kar chuki ho apne fiance ke sath?" His voice was menacing as he looked at me with hateful gaze. My eyes got closed and tears began to fall, thinking about him. Raj. My fiance. My life is ruined now. One night and my life has turned 180 degrees. ❀～❀ Just a span of a moment and my life was at the verge of getting destroyed. If I didn't do anything at time then I would lose the people I love the most. And I can't let that happen. I would do anything to save them, even if I have to put my body on purchase to the most ruthless and cunning man I've ever known... Abhimaan Singh Sahay. My Saviour, My Owner, My...Lover. (Or is he?)

𝙃𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙡𝙡- 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙖 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚. _______ He tightly grips her arms, digging his sharp nails into her delicate skin. Tears fall from her eyes, silently showing the pain she is enduring. "You're hurting me," she whispers, barely audible. "You deserve this pain, whore. Let me show you how a slut is treated," he sneers, shoving her to the ground. She is still in shock when a large hand strikes her cheek, causing her to cry out in agony. The slaps keep coming, one after another, as he relentlessly beats her. He unbuckles his belt, making her eyes widen in fear. With a cruel grin, he lashes her repeatedly, not stopping until she collapses onto the cold floor, unconscious. That day, she was destroyed. Their love was destroyed. She was accused, her heart shattered. Punished for a crime she did not commit. All because of a misunderstanding that destroyed her entire world. This is the story of a girl who only showed kindness, but received nothing but hatred in return. All she ever wanted was to be loved, but her dream was destroyed when the man she loved turned his back on her. He abused and broke her. Will she ever be able to recover from this trauma?

#1STORY OF TWISTED SERIES. 📍•TWISTED OBSESSION RIYANSH SINGH RAJVANSH, 28 year old,A greek God in form of a man or better say god of hell. He is a underworld mafia boss and CEO of his self made company RAJVANSH INT. AND GROUPS. IF anyone try to double cross him he made sure before death he might felt hell on earth. Have a little brother as his family and deprived of any love from family made him heartless . loss whole family in tragic event except his little brother. he is heavenly handsome , hot and sexy any woman come across him wants to get in his pants but he hate girls touch and he is allergic to girls touch. ANCHAL MEHRA, 25 year old, A very beautiful girl with a innocent face but no one knows what is behind that innocent face. she is a journalist which is known by world but the reality is only she knows. in 25 years she never felt love due to death of her mother while giving birth to her, she felt a very horrible nightmare. she is a cold hearted girl. not believe in love. Let's see what will happen when the whole destiny start to make them one. ---------------------: ) "kiss me and I'll answer u for everything " he said "I'm here for work MR. RAJVANSH " I raised my voice a little but this handsome hunk, shit what the hell are u thinking girl. he replied "and I'm helping u my MALYASHKA" he whisper lowly and sexily shit shit what the hell is wrong with you girl. -------------------------; ) "U will not choose me after knowing my truth"I said while sobbing. "IT'S NOT ME BUT THAT FUCKER WORLD MADE ME THIS" I cried out loud but he cupped my face in his hand and made me look into his dark brown eyes, said "I choose you , I'll choose you again and again. Because it's you my MALYSHKA and other than you no one fucking matters to me" 🪐🪐 Trops :- Mafia × journalist Strong FL× Strong ML Grumpy × Grumpy He fell first but she fell harder Darkromance Touch him\her and die MATURE

Mayuri's world was simple, yet beautiful. She lived in her own little bubble, surrounded by books, music, and the love of her life, Rishab. They had been together since college, and Mayuri had given him her heart, trusting him with her deepest secrets. But little did she know, Rishab had been hiding a dark secret. A secret that would shatter Mayuri's world and leave her shattered. One fateful night, Mayuri's life took a drastic turn. Rishab betrayal cut deeper than any knife ever could. He sold her to the most powerful man in the city, Angraj Singhaniya, a man feared by all. Mayuri's screams were drowned out by the sound of Rishab's laughter, echoing in her mind as she was dragged away from the only life she had ever known. The lights of the city blurred together as she was taken to Angraj's mansion, a place where her worst nightmares would come to life. And as she stepped into the darkness, Mayuri's heart whispered a haunting question: Would she ever find her way back to the light? What will happen when two opposite pole will cross thier path ? Will Mayuri be able to escape from the devil? . Warning ⚠️ #dark romance #toxic #mature content #18+ only

" Stay away from me " - she yelled at him a tear escaped from her eye. " but why " - his dark yet calm voice echoed in the room " because you are my no-one " - she turned her face away from him. " really ? Okay Jaan you keep playing this innocent - innocent game , I'll keep reminding you that I Am Your Fucking Husband. " And a husband suppose to have all right on his wife " - he continued calmly while taking slow steps towards her . " Rights not only on her soul but on her body too" - he wisperd the last words near her ear. Taking her earlobe in his teeth . Trailing his kisses down on her neck . Sucking harder on her neck ,leaving a fresh pinkish red mark there. Marking her as his. " I don't fucking care about you were supposed to be my brother's wife ,but now you are mine " - he greated his teeth by the thought of her being someone else wife. HIS EYES HELD EMOTIONS DARKER THAN NIGHT. EMOTION FOR WHICH HE WAS READY TO BURN THE WORLD. HER EYES WHICH ALWAYS CARRY LOVE , NOW FILLED WITH IMMENSE HATE . HATE FOR WHICH SHE WSS READY TO BECOME THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE OF HER REAL SELF. ---------

22 years old Riddhima Dhami was never the destiny's favourite child. Born into a typical 'orthodox' family where son is the apple of the eye, poor Riddhima's existence simply mattered to none. But when her bad luck struck again, this time worse than ever before, poor Riddhima's entire life shattered right before her eyes. Married off to a mentally unstable man by her greedy parents, she was betrayed by her own people and left alone to suffer. However, resilient and optimistic Riddhima somehow builds a new life around the new people who aren't necessarily too trustworthy and welcoming. Life once again starts to get back on track, until one terrible accident 'miraculously' fixes her husband's memory. But is that all??? Is he that innocent??? Perhaps no, especially when he wouldn't set Riddhima free from the bond that was forced on her. And little does poor, innocent Riddhima knows what a monster her 'forced husband' is. Surely she has no idea what evil plans he has in his head and to what extent he can go to have her all to himself. Follow Riddhima's story as she struggles to survive amidst her greedy family and evil forced husband, while at the same time searching for her own identity in the chaos of her environs.